Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
My friend and I are currently watching Season 2, Episode 14 of House MD. I commented that the old man in the series was having an Absence Seizure, and Dr. Foreman confirmed it.
Helps to sit in Neuroscience classes, I guess. :D
I was talking to a friend of mine yesterday, and we sort of talked about my problem. She asked if “they” already know and I said they do. She asked me what “they” said about it and I gave it a thought. Nothing, really. They just looked at me, told me that they sympathize with me, then would go back to what they were doing like nothing really happened.
I guess it’s because they have more things to actually put their minds on, but I just wished they matched their words to their actions. I really couldn’t remember myself trying to ignore someone who’s just been into rough times and it felt really unfair that I didn’t feel anything from them on it.
Like what I’ve said, it’s one thing when they told me they care, it’s another when I see in their actions that they actually don’t. :| No, they don’t care. They just want me to know that they do because they think that’s the right thing.
As I’ve spent all my hours alone, thinking of them and what they did to my life, I only came into a conclusion that maybe they loved me and cared for me because they could get all the fun and love from me in return.
Now that I lost all those bubbly-ness in me because of my little problems, they turn me away because I’m not the same old fun me anymore…
I am self diagnosed with Anterograde Amnesia. Take note of the termself-diagnosed. In layman’s terms, it’s what you call Short-term Memory Loss.
I have various degrees of forgetfulness, and I was only able to have a vivid memory after several exposures or long term experience.
I was never any good at memorizing directions or even following them. I’d go to a place once and I swear I wouldn’t be able to go there alone for the second time. I would need at least a twenty to fifty times of recurrent visits with someone who knows the place entirely.
I tend to forget to do what I had planned to do 10 minutes ago. They say it happens to most people; that you just need to retrace your steps and you would remember what you were supposed to do. I’m different. I could retrace my steps a hundred times and even just sit around trying to rack my brains, but it would take me another hour to actually recall what I was supposed to do. And by that time, I would have already forgotten the reason why I should do it.
I always do not have any routine every morning, because I need to constantly put a reminder on my desk, telling myself to bring a handkerchief, to remove the plug from the sockets, to wear my wristwatch, to bring my notebooks, and even my cell phone. If by any chance I would forget something important, alas, I would remember about it when I was already down the road, going to where I should be going.
When I get introduced to someone I don’t know, I would forget the name in about 15 seconds, and I would have to ask it again. If by any chance I would see that person alone, never expect me to say hello to that person because technically after the first meeting, I wouldn’t be able to remember that person’s face. I usually upset those kinds of people, but I don’t know if it was my fault, or I shouldn’t just blame myself.
I have a really short attention span. I guess it’s still related and maybe it’s the reason why I tend to forget short term memories. I would freak out that I lost my I.D., or my wallet, or my cell phone because no matter how hard I tried, I could never remember where did I last put them. I forget the topic for a lesson the previous day because I wasn’t listening, not even try. I could memorize a whole chapter in a book but trust me to forget all about it the next day.
I can still enumerate a lot of things that I tend to forget, but I guess I would just make a novel out of it. In my age, I just keep on wondering whether this forgetfulness I experience is just part of my becoming an adult, or it’s really something else I shouldn’t just self-diagnose.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
WILL: No…
hahahaha! OMG! That’s toxic Brittany, all right! Can’t wait for this episode! :D
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Ok, so I just found out that James Kyson Lee is actually not Japanese, but he was born a Korean to the name of Lee Jae Hyuk.
Thanks, IMDB. :D
So, sometimes people think that having blogs is like a way of keeping a journal when they were kids. They write everything but the difference is, in blogs, they post their writings for everybody to read.
People in the blog world know the other is happy, depressed, pissed off, or just feeling bored.
Most people think they can get more appreciated if they write everything that happened to them in day, or that they went to this really fancy restaurant or had a date with a really hot personality.
Some would think they’ll get pity from strangers if they share their recent break-up stories, how they flunk a subject, the dilemma between two lovers, how their families don’t appreciate them.
But most times, some people don’t just care unless they know you from inside out. Some people would just run down the first few words of your blog entry and would then scroll down to find some interesting cute photography, or reblog challenges.
However, don’t you think that with that simple happy thought you share with the world, you could actually inspire someone? That with that really long rant about your filthy rich boyfriend/girlfriend would make another more confident to find his/her own millionaire? Or that with a simple flame about how much you hated your English teacher would have another reader nod and say, “Yes, I feel the same way.”
Things change as technology advances. Before, you used to put a lock on your journal and hide it underneath your mattress and would threaten anyone who dares to read it. Now, you click the POST button on your online blog and let that entry inspire other people or make them believe that they actually aren’t alone in the world. :D
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Being inspired is not only a matter of having someone to idolize through his material achievements. Sure, it could be part of it but as you dig deeper, there may be more that meets your eye.
We’ve been to Dr. Arnold T. Pasia’s house yesterday. He’s a Cardiologist and a few years back, he was the one who inspired me to have the same sub-specialization in the future.
At first glance, seeing his house would really make you think, “His job must have made him really rich to be able to have a house built like this.”
But as we explored on how the house was built, what inspired the promising doctor to build it, and even the story behind the architectural design, you’d realize that nothing on the surface could match to how inspiring this house has been both for the family and for those who had the privilege to know its history.
“My inspiration in building this house? I can say that it’s really my FAMILY. I wanted them to have a very comfortable life,” he said in our interview. And all the while he was talking, his wife was beside him, supplying some information that he missed.
The architecture for the house is his brother, whom he paid for to go to college. It was his way of paying back all the time, money and support his brother had given him all throughout and as you look around the house while listening to Dr. Pasia talking about its history, you could also imagine the laughter and love revolving around the place while it was under construction.
True that you needed to have something to be able to do another thing. Dr. Pasia made us believe that somehow, all you really needed is love, and gratitude. :D
Friday, September 17, 2010
HINT: Pharmacology Laboratory…
hahahahaha! Imagine, di pa kame tapos nag experiment, pinapaligpit na kame kase mag q-quiz na daw. Leche! Buti sana kung kame ang gumawa ng procedures. What the hell!!!!! :|
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Yeah, actually, ngayon ko lang na realize na tapos ko na pala ang Heroes series. Hanggang season 4 lang pala siya. I thought may season 5 pa. I’m sooo happy. It’s such an accomplishment. hehehehe.
One series down…Like really down, and a lot more to go.
P.S. The only American series that I’ve finished was Dawson’s Creek. Hanggang Season 6 talaga. And I’m watching it again. hehehe. :D
Sunday, September 12, 2010
You know those times when it was your friend’s birthday and while eating cake, you ended up playing with the icing?
Well that just happened during Ate Vanie’s birthday celebration. It was Pat’s fault, of course. Lol! He started putting icing on our faces and everything just followed. Worst case scenario, it wasn’t an ordinary icing. It was mixed with melted marshmallow that actually sticks hard on your face…AND HAIR, in my case. Hahahaha!
But it was fun. Ate Vanie’s surprise birthday party was so fun and unforgettable. All the hardwork, all the planning turned out to be really worth it. And yeah, I’m sure she enjoyed it as much as we did. :D
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
So last Sunday, nakapanood ako nung A Very Special Love nina John Lloyd Cruz at Sarah Geronimo sa Cinema One. Mga 2008 yata nag premiere ito sa sinehan at pinanood namen ng barkada ko on the first day of showing.
At hanggang ngayon, sobrang kinikilig pa din ako sa tambalan nilang dalawa. Too bad hindi na sila gagawa pa uli ng movie. Pero bongga talaga ang love team nilang dalawa. :D
Monday, September 06, 2010
Friday, September 03, 2010
At least in the dream.
Last night, I had a dream that I parked my car to the far side from where I worked, so I had to walk to get to the office.
Then it started to rain. I saw a girl rush pass me, running, but I just kept on walking, telling myself, “This is a dream. I run slow in dreams.”
But then I had this sudden thought that I wasn’t dreaming, that it was true, so I tried to run and boy! I really ran fast and was able to get to the office without getting wet.
Then I woke up. It was a dream, but in the dream, I believed it wasn’t. :D